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I’m sorry that I’m busy // Shawn Mendes

Request: Can you make a fanfic about Shawn & a girl where she goes on tour with Shawn, but she feels them getting distant from each other? She stays on the bus and continues to support him & after awhile (lots of talks between them) they make up?

authors note: I’m not feeling too good about this one but I felt the need to post something since its been a while


This was possibly the most boring job I’d been assigned on the tour yet. Shawn had me unpacking possibly hundreds of boxes filled with his latest album and my job was to check that each one had been signed by him. Then, get this, I had to put them all back. 

I was feeling much like one of his crew members rather than his girlfriend. It had been this way for quite a while though, Shawn doing his thing. Going out with the boys to celebrate after his show and somehow ‘forgetting’ to ask me if I wanted to go as well.

He usually claims that he thought I’d rather stay on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Ever since the San Francisco show where two fans had became a bit too obsessive over me, I’d been banished to the bus.

 I sigh, letting one of the CD’s drop back into the cardboard box and I walk over to the mini lounge, flopping back into the smooth leather. I missed Shawn. My mind wondering to what he might be doing right now. He didn’t say where he was going when he left this morning- just saying that Andrew would find me something to do to pass the time.

By pass the time he meant unpack boxes. 

Having enough of the silence, I grab my phone and ID card that were laying on the coffee table and climb off the bus, heading towards the arena. I nod at the security guard standing by the back entrance as he knew who I was-  he’d been travelling with us from show to show.

The next door however, my ID was checked. I could hear a guitar in the distance and I head straight for one of the gates that lead into the arena. I walk out into one of the top stands- a fairly large stadium layed out below me.

My gaze draws towards a figure on stage. Shawn. I make my way down the stairs and find a seat- on the right side of the stage but close enough that if Shawn looked up he recognize who I was.  

I laugh lightly as Shawn dances around the stage, his head bobbing to the beat. I guess my voice echoed because Shawn’s head snaps up to look at me and his strumming stops.

“Y/n?” He calls and I nod. He shouts something else.

“What?” I call, leaning forward in my seat.

He shouts it again.

“I can’t hear you?” I laugh at his disgruntled expression and he places his guitar on the ground before running off stage. Its a minute before I hear his footsteps trailing down the stairs.

He takes one of the spare seats next to me, his knee brushing my thigh.

“Didn’t know you were here,” Shawn mumbles, leaning forward to kiss my temple.

“Thought I would take a break from CD sorting.” I chuckle, shaking my head in distaste.

“So that’s what Andrew had you doing,” He chuckles, chucking an arm over my shoulders yet his gaze stays locked on his guitar on stage- as if he was guarding it.

“Yeah, hey listen I was thinking.” I pause and Shawn slowly looks away to meet my eyes. “Do you want to do something? Maybe go get some lunch or we could go to the park?” I ask, smiling at the prospect of spending time with my boyfriend. He’d been so focused on shows recently that I’d barely seen him the past couple weeks.

“You know I can’t.” He dismisses me, a frown on his face.

“What? Why not?” I ask, eyes widening in surprise.

“I have a lot to do here, besides I’m sure you can find something else to-”

“Don’t you dare tell me to find something else to do.” I move to stand up, his arm falling from my shoulders.

“I’m sorry I can’t spend every second with you Y/n. I’m a busy guy.” his tone is clipped and I feel my anger burn.

“I’m not asking to spend every second with you Shawn.” I snap, shuffling out the isle and back up the stairs. He gets up and follows.

“No need to walk away like this.” He calls and I spin around to face him.

“You don’t even understand do you Shawn?” I shout, my frustration spilling over.

“Understand what?” He growls, fists clenching.

“I’m not some dog that you can leave at home and will still show you love and attention, no matter what, when you arrive back.” I glare daggers at him. “I don’t want to be on the bus 24/7 packing and unpacking CD’s because that’s all Andrew’s got for me to do.” 

He scrunches his eyebrows, confusion written on his face.

“I want to be with you and see what you do.” My tone is so desperate that I sound like I’m whining. I hate that I’m like this in front of him but I was so sick of being treated this way.

“I’m not trying to sound like a kid Shawn but I’m bored. You really wanted me to come on tour with you but now that I’m here, I feel like I’m being tucked away into a small corner and not allowed out.”

“I’ve asked you to go out with the boys and I.” Shawn retorts and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, the first night, ever since then you barely tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry that I’m busy.” 

I sigh, turning away from him. I reach the top stair when his hand wraps around my arm, tugging me back to look at him.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, begging me to tell him something to fix the brewing fight. Shawn hated conflict between us and within the two years that we’d been dating, this was maybe our 3rd or 4th major fight.

“Let me come to your show tonight.” I say outright, no hesitation. 

“No.” Shawn says, no hesitation.

“What do you mean no?” I yank my hand out of his vice like grip, my glare returning.

“I don’t want you there tonight.” My jaw drops and I stare at him in disbelief.

What?”

“The fans are being particularly sensitive right now and I just want them to have a good time.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to realise he just dug himself his own grave.

“They’ve had two years to get used to us Shawn.” I frown, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Some are still upset over it.” He defends, eyes narrowing at me.

“So you’d keep your own girlfriend locked up just to keep a few thousand of girls happy?” 

“I’m not locking you up Y/n. Its just the tour bus.” he says with a faint smile as if he was trying to make me feel better.

“Forget it Shawn. I’ll just go back to the bus. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll just go home.”  His face pales. 

“I don’t want you to go home.” he rushes to say, tripping up the stairs to follow me as I make my way back out the arena.

“Make up your mind Shawn. One minute you don’t want me here and the next you do.”

“I want you here but I don’t want the fans to see you. They get upset- like those girls from San Francisco.” Shawn’s voice argues from behind me but I keep my pace firm, always a couple steps ahead.

“First off Shawn,” I call back to him. “You are always going to have fans around you so if you don’t want fans to see me then we might as well break up because there is no way I’m doing a secret relationship.”

“You don’t mean that?” Shawn’s voice cracks and I stop and face him.

“Secondly, the fans in San Francisco weren’t upset by us. They were asking questions about us and I answered them. They got hysterical because they found us cute. Shawn, they cried because we were cute, alright?” My anger seeps through my words.

He freezes. I cannot almost see my words turning over in his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” He accuses, his own anger coming to the table. 

“You never gave me a chance- just shoved me on the bus and we never spoke of it again.” 

“Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out for my hand. I hold his gaze for a moment, watching the anger disappear until his eyes are the warm brown color I love again. I put my hand in his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.” I’m tugged into his arms, my head buried into the crook of his neck. I sigh softly, letting his hands trace soothing patterns on my back and sure enough, my anger is gone as well.

“I forgive you.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I thought they were upset and I thought you were upset. I thought it was best if you and the fans just took some time apart.” He kisses my forehead softly.

“I love that you tried to protect us Shawn, but you should have asked what happened.” I tell him softly, not wanting to provoke another fight.

“I’m also sorry that I left you alone unpacking CD’s all day.” He chuckles slightly.

“I’m not forgiving you for that, that was torture.” Shawn laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on my lips before slinging his arm over my shoulder and leading me out the door. 

“So about that lunch date..” He trails off grinning at me.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smile back, leaning into his embrace. Its a few moments of a comfortable silence, the bakery only a couple blocks away from the stadium, when Shawn breaks the quietness.

“What did you tell them that made them cry?”

Tales of Delicious Revenge from a Recovering Retail Worker

I discovered this sub a while ago and it has breathed new life into my withered soul. Today, it’s time that I return the favor.

These tales of petty revenge all took place over the three long years that I had the misfortune of working retail at a big-box store best known for its red bullseye logo and bitchy middle-class clientele. Enjoy.

ONE: THE TAG SWITCHER
I was working in the fitting room one night when this lady bustles in with 3000 different items of clothing that she wanted to try on. Unfortunately my store had just lifted the item limit for the fitting room, so I begrudgingly had to let her take everything back.

She proceeds to make a HUGE mess in the fitting room (leaving clothes inside-out all over the floor, tags ripped off of items, size stickers peeled off and slapped onto the wall… the whole nine yards).

After she leaves, I report the ripped off tags to Assets Protection (per fitting room policy) and, figuring that would be the extent of my revenge, I resigned to cleaning up the mess she left me.

Then I get a call from the manager. He wants me up at the registers to do back up. I had worked the registers before, but it was exceptionally rare for me to get pulled away from the fitting room to do backup. Still, I don’t protest and I head up to the register.

Guess who my first customer is? Yep, the mess-making bitch from the fitting room. The manager has directed her straight to me, and I can tell from the wide-eyed look of horror on her face that she realizes she has just been lead into a trap.

She slowly begins to plop her items onto the conveyerbelt and tries to make nervous small-talk. At first I assume she’s just feeling awkward about the mess that she left… but when I get a better look at her items, I immediately realize there’s something much fishier going on.

Her purchase consists entirely of women’s clothing, and I recognize most of the items as brand new stuff that has recently come in. Stuff that should cost full price. So when I see nearly every single item’s price tag covered with a bright red 70% off clearance sticker, I realize that something’s up. When I look down at the first item from her pile, my suspicions are confirmed: the item I’m holding in my hands is a woman’s Mossimo Black clothing item, but it has a bright blue Circo tag that belongs on infant boy clothes.

Busted! This bitch was switching tags on clothes to get a lower price! Not only that, but she was so brazen (or stupid) that she used tags from the wrong department!

I don’t make it immediately obvious that I’ve figured out her scheme. Instead, I think fast. From my experience in the fitting room, I know every item of clothing has a little white tag on the inside that has a nine-digit item code. So instead of scanning the items, I proceed to type in each and every item manually, using the ACTUAL numbers inside each garment.

The woman watches this all unfold with a nauseous look on her face, as item after item rings up at full price ($19 - $29, compared to the $2 or $4 price tags she had stuck on each item). As her total grows, so does the look of combined hatred and fear on her face.

Finally she stammers something about “coming back later” and runs off towards the exit. The Assets Protection guy watches her walk out, then comes over to me. He reveals that he had been watching this chick before she even went into the fitting room, but he didn’t have enough on camera to approach her. Since I was the only team member working that night who was familiar with the clothing / tags, the manager put me on the register to check her out.. literally!

TWO: THE PHONE SHOPPER
It’s the week before Christmas and the store is frantic. I’m manning the phones (which are ringing off the hook), and one night I get a call from Bitch Princess, who wants to know if we have any [insert name of whatever animatronic hatching robot dog toy every kid had to have that year].

Now the store’s holiday policy said we could confirm availability over the phone, but we weren’t supposed to put high-demand items (like the barking bird robot thing) on hold for a customer. Regardless, I was still un-jaded enough to like hooking people up (I’m still waiting on that lifetime of good retail karma to kick in…)

I let BP know that this highly-coveted toy has been flying off the shelves for weeks and I’m doubtful that we have any in stock, but I can happily check for her if she’s willing to go on a brief hold. She impatiently agrees to the hold, and I set the phone down.

After being slightly delayed by a customer that ambushed me on the sales floor, I miraculously find ONE of these stupid toys on the shelf. I grab it and head back to my post, excited to tell BP I just saved Christmas, but when I get back I find the phone ringing again. Recognizing the number on the caller ID display, I quickly deduce that Bitch Princess has hung up and is now calling back.

I barely get a chance to recite my scripted greeting before BP cuts me off, yelling that I put her on hold for “30 minutes” (more like 7), that she’s a customer and it’s my job to assist her, some nonsense about her having priority over the customers in the store, blah blah blah. I want to point out that literally NONE of what she’s saying is true, but I keep my lips sealed.

Instead, in a ridiculously pleasant voice, I say: “ma’am, thank you SO MUCH for your patience. I checked the sales floor and couldn’t find [stupid toy], but the computer is telling me that we might have one in the backroom. If you bear with me for another minute here, I can—”

She grumbled that yes, I could check the backroom, but I “better hurry” because she doesn’t have time for this. Smiling gleefully, I put the phone back on hold and proceed to return [stupid toy] to the spot where I found it on the sales floor. I then spend a nice chunk of time helping out ACTUAL customers in the store.

Eventually I remember that BP is still waiting on hold and I return to the phone. “Ma’am, good news… we do have ONE in stock,” I say. BP immediately barks at me to put it on hold, and a devious Grinch-like smile spreads across my face. “I’m so sorry ma’am, but we’re actually unable to put high-demand items on hold at this time. All I can do is confirm that it’s currently available on the sales floor…”

BP unleashes the wrath of a thousand fiery infernos and demands to speak to a manager. I oblige, transferring her to the closing manager (who confirmed the store policy, before promptly being hung up on).

I was pretty pleased with the turn of events, but the cherry on top came a short time later when BP actually shows up at the store, only to discover that the toy had already been purchased by another guest.

THREE: THE SHOE SNATCHER
It was nearly closing time, and I was tasked with “zoning” (or straightening up) the shoe department for the night. It was nearly impossible for me to get anything done, though, because this obnoxious woman kept making me drop everything to help her shop for shoes for her toddler.

The worst part was that the woman didn’t put anything back where she found it. Instead, she just leaves the shoe boxes strewn throughout the aisle (wtf). She finally leaves, and I drag myself over to the massive mess that she’s left behind.

As I’m returning all of the discarded shoe boxes to their rightful locations, I’m popping them open to make sure the correct shoes are inside. When I open one of the boxes, I discover a very sweet sight indeed: a dirty pair of toddler sneakers.

It’s a scam I’ve seen far too many times: someone swaps out a pair of new shoes with their old dirty shoes. Only this time, instead of getting away, I had caught the crook red-handed (or red-footed?)

I tucked the shoebox under my arm and quickly retraced the woman’s steps. Sure enough, I was able to find her in the grocery section. And sure enough, her toddler was sitting in the cart wearing a pair of brand new cartoon character sneakers.

I approached the mom with a giant shit-eating grin on my face and said: “I’m so glad I caught you! You almost left without these!” I held open the box with the dirty sneakers.

The woman had the nerve to pin the blame on her child, playing it off as if her kid had swapped the sneakers. Smh.  

BONUS: HERE’S ONE THAT’S SHORT & SWEET FOR THE ASS CLOWN IN THE COMMENTS WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT THIS BEING TL;DR  

Holiday shit always gets marked down to clearance the day after a holiday and people tend to get a little worked up about it. One time, this guy calls the store the day after Easter and asks how much the white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs had been discounted. I told him they were marked down 30% (the standard first mark down) and he’s not satisfied with that and hangs up. He proceeds to call back EVERY DAMN DAY to ask for the price, and every time he’s rude and weird about it. When they finally get marked down to 50%, I think he’ll bite… but nope. Still not cheap enough.

Finally at 90% he’s interested and asks me, over the phone, to take every single bag off the sales floor and put them on hold for him. I tell him no (goes against store policy to hold clearance), but since the candy is about to be defected (taken out of inventory), the manager tells me to just do it. So I wheel a cart over to the clearance aisle, and that’s when I hatch a plan.

There are two kinds of candy leftover in clearance: white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs, and white chocolate m&ms. For whatever reason, we have about 50 bags of each. Feeling a spirit of pettiness overtake me, I fill the cart with the m&ms and push it to the front with a 24 hour hold ticket. I wasn’t there when the guy showed up the next morning, but I’d imagine he was pretty livid to discover the wrong candy on hold, and then to realize that the actual candy he wanted had been defected out.

misstchotchke  asked:

for the otp meme: merthur, 1-30? ^^

1) Who is the most affectionate?

Merlin’s definitely the more likely to initiate PDA. Arthur tends to get a little embarrassed by it if anyone’s around, but he always accepts it anyway cuz he can’t get enough of it. He’s just a little too repressed to reach out himself, always a tiiiny bit afraid that he’ll be rebuffed.

2) Big spoon/Little spoon?

ARTHUR IS THE LITTLE SPOON TO MERLIN’S BIG SPOON. IT MAKES HIM FEEL SAFE AND CHERISHED.

3) Most common argument?

They don’t communicate very well. They both tend to make decisions for the both of them without consulting the other, Arthur because he forgets that Merlin’s opinion might differ from his and Merlin because he just assumes he knows what Arthur’s answer will be already so doesn’t need to ask, and that doesn’t usually turn out very well.

4) Favorite non-sexual activity?

Anything that they can make into a competition, lol. They will compete on anything, like monopoly or how far they can skip rocks or who can carry more grocery bags in from the car at once, and make the most outrageous and ridiculous bets on it. The bets are a competition in and of themselves, tbh, just getting sillier and pettier every time (the number of times they have had to literally lick each other’s boots is just stupid). It’s all in good fun, tho, and there’s plenty of laughs all around either way it goes.

5) Who is most likely to carry the other?

Like literally carry? Arthur. He’s got the muscles and he can hoist Merlin up without much trouble. (Merlin can lift Arthur if he really wants to but it’s not a particularly fun or romantic experience for either of them, lol).

6) What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Arthur has a thing for Merlin’s hands. They’re long and nimble and gentle and strong all at once. And Merlin, for his part, just really loves Arthur’s eyes. They’re a different kind of blue than his own, a lighter clearer kind, and he loves them a lot. Arthur gets embarrassed when Merlin just wants to stare longingly into his eyes tho, sometimes that’s just too intimate (at least when he realizes that’s what’s happening, lol, other times they just get caught up in each other and don’t notice that it’s been twenty seconds since they last blinked or looked away).

7) What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

They get awkward as fuck. Arthur is normally a very confidence person, but as soon as he’s faced with someone whose opinion he actually cares about, he gets rambly and blushy and drops things and tries waaaay too hard. Merlin’s slightly better off, but he’s twice as likely to trip on air and will cut and run (sometimes mid-sentence) if he thinks he’s making an idiot of himself.

8) Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

They’re not really big on nicknames. Occasionally Merlin will take a leaf out of Gwaine’s book and call Arthur princess, but he does so in full knowledge that Arthur will make him pay for.

9) Who worries the most?

Merlin is MADE of worry. It is his natural state of being and nothing can stop it. Arthur worries when they’re in dangerous circumstances of course, Merlin is his top priority then, but Merlin just worries all the time about everything.

10) Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

That’s something Arthur makes an effort to learn and remember. It’s one of those things that he sort of considers a Boyfriend Thing, and he always feels warm and fuzzy and accomplished when it makes Merlin smile.

11) Who tops?

They switch a lot. They both have a slight preference for top!Merlin.

12) Who initiates kisses?

Merlin really really really likes kissing. He will kiss Arthur at every opportunity, will make any excuse, would happily forgo sex entirely if he could just keep kissing him. (Not that Arthur minds.)

13) Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

This ties back to that “Arthur has a thing for Merlin’s hands” thing.

14) Who kisses the hardest?

When Merlin gets on a roll, he goes hard. He spends a lot of his time playing himself off as weak, but he’s not. And when he wants something? Really wants it? He will take it.

15) Who wakes up first?

Merlin is much more of a morning person than Arthur is (if either of them can be considered as such. It’s more of a 10am vs noon kind of thing, lol).

16) Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Arthurrrrr

17) Who says I love you first?

Merlin has no trouble saying it. He knows long before he lets the words out of his mouth, and he only holds them back because he knows Arthur isn’t ready to hear them yet. Even after Arthur can accept the words from Merlin, it still takes a little while before he can bring himself to say them back. He just wasn’t brought up with love being an open or obvious thing.

18) Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Since Merlin’s the one who almost always makes the lunches, the notes are most commonly his. Sometimes they’re sappy. Usually they’re snarky/sarcastic/actual reminders of things he knows Arthur has forgotten he needs to do.

19) Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

They’re both a little reluctant at first, if only because of their widely different demographics. Merlin with the working class, Arthur the highbrow crowd. They both worry a bit how their friends will react and if they’ll be assholes about it, and Arthur especially worries about his father’s opinion. Arthur’s friends come first because Merlin refuses to be hidden, and also he’s very outspoken and in-your-face about his social position, which they like. Then come Merlin’s friends (Will thinks Arthur is a posh prick but the rest of them don’t mind him), then Hunith, and then Uther. Later. Much much later.

20) What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

It grows on them. Everyone’s a little wary of it to start with, but they prove themselves to each other’s people before too long. (Except Uther. Uther never quite warms up to Merlin completely, tho he does accept it.)

21) Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Arthur will totally do the whole slow-dancing-in-an-empty-room-to-no-music-just-cuz-he-wants-to-be-close thing. Just so he can get his hands on Merlin and also make him smile helplessly cuz it’s so damn sappy.

22) Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Arthur is not allowed in the kitchen. Not anymore.

23) Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Arthur really honestly thinks his lines are smooth. Merlin never tells him otherwise cuz it is just too good and so worth the secondhand embarrassment to see Arthur look so pleased with himself.

24) Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Meeerrrrrrliiiin. He will say anything to fluster Arthur in important meetings and make him go red in the face.

25) Who needs more assurance?

Arthur’s insecurities don’t get the best of him often, but sometimes they sneak up on him. Then he just needs a reminder or two that Merlin really likes him, not his money or his position or what Arthur can do for him. It’s hard for him to believe that anyone can love him unconditionally for him.

26) What would be their theme song?

Is that even a question? A Thousand Years. Duh.

27) Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Hunith used to sing to Merlin when he was little, so of course Merlin does the same for his kids. Arthur rolls his eyes and says it’s silly, but it’s only a few weeks before Merlin overhears him humming while he rocks the baby back to sleep.

28) What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Pine. A lot. Talk on the phone all the damn time, so much so that it probably irritates whoever they’re with.

29) one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Arthur has a tendency to distance himself at the first sign of trouble. It’s easier than getting hurt, and it protects him from potential rejection. Merlin can’t leave him if he leaves first, and this way if Merlin does leave then at least it was HIS choice. It only takes two instance of this for Merlin to catch onto what was happening in Arthur’s head, and honestly it just made that particular argument worse because how dare he just give up on this?? How dare he not fight for them?? But after that, when he’s calmed down, he does recognize the insecurity and fear behind it and knows better how to head it off before it reaches the point where Arthur starts withdrawing.

30) one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Merlin bites his fingernails when he gets nervous or stressed out. Arthur starts pulling his hand away from his mouth whenever he notices him doing it, holding Merlin’s hand against his chest and kissing his fingertips to convince him to stop. It sort of backfires cuz now Merlin starts nibbling on his fingers specifically to get Arthur to be so gentle and concerned with him. It’s all very sappy and sweet and this headcanon will never leave me alone.


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A Thousand Years

(A/N: I’m lowkey in love with Christina Perri and this song. So what to do besides write a fic based on the song. Angsty, which is my forte, but it’s an angsty Bucky fic the likes of which you haven’t read since Supernatural stuff. So I’m sorrynotsorry. Also, for any military wives/girlfriends/significant others, you may relate.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, swearing.

Word Count: 3k )

You knew the risks long before you started a relationship with Bucky Barnes. You knew what it would mean when he went out of missions and you knew what it would be like to wait anxiously by the phone. You’d dated military men before, though this was different. One of the only things that helped you through it, you knew, was the fact that Bucky Barnes wasn’t like the rest of the men you’d dated. No, he was different. He wasn’t the same fragile human the rest of them were. He was stronger.

And while you did feel more confident when he was gone, that stinging, worrying sensation was still there. It was the same thing that made you look out the window on rainy days and realize he was out there somewhere without you. He was alone, and he was worrying just as much as you were.

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Meant To Be (John x Reader)

Well I started writing something cute & fluffy but the Say Something came on on Pandora and well… this happened

The italicized parts are like flashback kinda things, just to clear up any confusion :)

Hope you guys like it!!

Warnings: sadness, angst, death, mentions of being high, I think that’s it? Let my know if there’s anything else

Words: 2106


Time seemed to slow down so much it almost stopped.

John was at work late that night, the night he got the call.

Maybe if I had finished filing those reports when Washington asked me to, I would’ve been there, he thought to himself.

At 10:57 p.m., John Laurens’ life changed for the worst.

“No, no, where is she? God damnit, where is Y/N L/N?” he yelled, sprinting through the doors of the ER.

“Sir, you need to calm down, there are other patients-” a nurse lamely attempted to calm him, but it did next to nothing.

“Where is she? Where?” he slammed his hands down on the counter, knocking over a cup of pens. John was never one to get violent, but when it came to you, he would fight a thousand battles just to keep you safe. He paced relentlessly back and forth, back and forth, across the bland tile that made up the hospital floor. A nurse finally came over to let him know what was going on, and John practically lept out of his seat eager to hear that she was okay.

Because she had to be okay, right? They were so young and in love. They were meant to be.

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[request] with my feelings on fire (guess i am a bad liar)

AUTHOR: ongniels (ali)
FANDOM: WANNA ONE/Produce 101
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Ong Seongwoo/Kang Daniel
WORD COUNT: 4,1k
WARNING: none
SUMMARY:  All of his 17 years of life Ong Seongwoo had been his best friends, together since they were toddlers, always the one next to the other,  and for almost half of  it (since he had discovered kissing and sexuality were actually a thing) he had thought that Seongwoo was only that. A friend. His best friend. 

But it turns out his life has been a complete lie and he is absolutely fucking smitten with Ong Seongwoo.

[AO3]


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Joker cosplayer, pt 2.

So, a while ago I sent my tale of a very cringey Joker cosplayer, “Jack,” I used to have the hots for. Decided, with the new blog up, I ought to elaborate on some of the details I left out:

  • Very early into the friendship, he was trying to put me on a diet so I’d have the “correct” body shape for Harley Quinn. The day before I was set to start jogging (at 5 a.m. no less) I was caught in a tornado that destroyed the building I was in. Highly deadly event. I tell Jack about it when I get home. The next day, he texts me wondering where I am, and I remind him I almost died the day before. He gets very aggressive, and I ask him if he’s actually angry at me that I didn’t go out jogging not even 24 hours after I suffered a traumatic experience. 
    I’m not angry- I’m just disappointed in how you handled this situation.”
  • We used to go to the local shopping mall and cosplay (cringe lord and lady, everyone) as Joker and Harley (which is actually very illegal due to us having face-paint on and it being a security risk, but I digress.) A lot of people came up to us and asked what we were doing. He told a lady that we were cosplaying. When she didn’t know what that was, I explained it as “the stuff people do at Comic-Con.” Nods of approval. “You know, nerd stuff. Just fun costumes.” She smiles, gets our picture, and walks away.
    He takes me off to the side so a friend we had with us wouldn’t hear, and begins to chew me out for referring to it as “nerd stuff.” Jack seemed to be actually really offended with me, and claimed I “degraded his craft” and “made our art seem like kid play.” When I tried to walk away, he grabbed my wrist, twisted it, and continued to chew me out in the middle of a mall. Classy.
  • He had another girl he cosplayed Harley Quinn with (we’re gonna call her “Kris.”) She was a genuinely nice person, and would even warn me if Jack had said something malicious behind my back. Jack made multiple attempts to get me and Kris to dye our hair half red and half black, “in case we needed it.” He loved constantly comparing us to each other, especially because I hardly ever saw Kris. “You know, you look more like Harley than Kris does. Kris’s hips are far too big.” Shit like that.
  • He also liked to compare the two of us very frequently. In one instance, we were driving around after discussing the day we met at a local library’s “Cosplay Tea Party.” He was in some anime cosplay I didn’t recognize, and I went as Harley. I won the costume contest that day and we began talking after that. About 6 months later, as we’re reminiscing, he says out of the blue “If I had attended as Joker, I would have won that contest. You know that, right?“ 
  • He had an OC that was the younger, gay brother of Catwoman, and he made a cosplay to go along with it. It was just him wearing a Catwoman costume.
  • Multiple times, he tried to get me (16 at the time) to perform at a nightclub with him. He had whole routines (Joker and Harley themed, of course) that he choreographed for us. In one, they kissed, and without warning me he planted one on my lips. Worst moment of my life. 
  • We had a pretty nasty breakup, all documented on the comments of a Facebook post I made. This is after the Halloween Parade mentioned in the first post. He had attempted to call me so often that I had to block his number. I told him I wanted some time away from him after seeing him nearly 2 times a week for the last 9 months. Some of his choice responses were "stop PMS'ing, darling, it’s clouding your judgement,” “you’re only famous because of me," and "you’re trying to sabotage me" after he asked if he could borrow my face paint in the middle of this fight and I said "no.”
  • After that fight, he bought me presents, had them delivered to my school (he went to a different high school) came by my house 3 or 4 times, and sent me messages about how I “never loved” him.

It was a fun period of my life.

never thought i’d get a continuation on one of the night of a thousand stories stories but i’m glad i did